Tuesday, October 9, 2012

I Wish We Could Play Now... With Our Paints Of Happy Colors!

Two little girls playing in a makeshift playhouse. One little girl is very thin, pretty. Her hair has been plaited. The other little girl is a little chubby, pretty girl. Her hair is curly.

"Let's make pies!" the little girl with the plaited hair said. She was the oldest, what she said usually was done. The little chubby girl named Faye, was agreeable. She was agreeable to most things. She was happy to have someone play with her.

Faye, and the little slender girl, first cousins loved each other very much as children. Time to time they would have a fuss, but, usually all would be alright again.

They tired of playing in the playhouse making pies. They walked around in Grandma Alma and George's yard trying to think of what to do next.

The grapevine! They ran to the grapevine, crawled beneath the vines and sat in the middle where it was clear. They could see out but, no one could really see in.

Faye, and her cousin sat there talking about all their secrets, their fears, life. Their dreams of what they wanted when they... grew up.

They had been placed at Grandma Alma and George's like all the children were when 'thrown away'. We were thrown to hell where Grandma Alma, George lived. Grandma Alma, George were 'angels' trapped in hell.

Faye didn't want her to go away. She fear afraid inside. Her little brother, Billy, had been taken away from her. She wasn't old enough to know what 'Wisconsin' was, 'why' he was gone. 'Why' their daddy had become ...his daddy now. She had no daddy no more...... she did know that her life was no longer the same.

She was in hell, though at the time she didn't know it was called that. Mean, bad things went on here.... just out of sight of Grandma Alma and George's eyes (though George was blind).....

There was real fear in her mind. They had heard the grownups talk... her cousin, and her siblings were going to be leaving... where to, she didn't know.

That was the last time Faye remembered sitting down to talk to her cousin.... under the grapevine, where they shared all their secrets, trusting and loving one another with their very hearts.

They wanted always to play with each other... but, soon she was gone. No one thought Faye important enough to explain what had happened, 'why' her cousin was gone. Through the years, this was another person Faye cried silently in her heart for. Pain... Faye knew pain very well for a child.

In today's time.... 'Faye' and her first cousin talk by phone now. Both of them do artwork. Painting, drawing .... playing in colors... happy colors. They have said they wished they could play again, play long as they wanted to... play in their paints of happy colors.... always.

As much as they wish to... it isn't possible. Faye lives on the east coast, while Linda lives on the west coast. Through time, they've been separated by distance.... but, Faye never forgot the time when they wanted to play together.... and still wishes now, that she could. She never knew that her cousin grew up to share her love for drawing, painting... happy colors.

Oh, how Faye wishes she could play with her cousin 'now'.... with their paints of happy colors! :)))

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Maybe some day these 2 girls can get together again. I can just see you under that grapevine! I can see those curls bouncing around now! We never know when we might see someone that we long to see when we haven't seen them in years! Love, Ms. Nancy

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To those of you who have never lost a child, remember this... grief doesn't just 'stop'. It may ease off for a while, only to come back full-force. It may come back softly... no one can predict grief, nor can they predict the severity of it.

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Just remember, when you visit my blog... no matter what I write, or feel... this blog is about pure grief, about the loss of my son, Tommy.

Grief is sure to come most unexpectedly ... like the waves the sea tosses upon the sand... sometimes, crashing violently... sometimes, in a gentle way.

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Sometimes, I can let go, be happy, all will be normal again... until a storm comes up in the ocean, sending big waves my way. The sun will be hidden by the gray sky, taking my happiness away... I begin ... all over again, and ... again.

I keep smiling through my tears. Everything will be alright... again... until the next time. Grief is like this...

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The happy colors in my life are my husband, Skip and our Pups. On May 29, 2010... my only child, my son Tommy died. I became lost in life on a long, dark path on my journey looking for sunshine again. I almost never came back.. Skip wouldn't let me go. He is my hero, my best friend, my world. I love you my husband.

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Tommy walked into Heaven on May 29, 2010 from the sand at Myrtle Beach. He was doing something he'd been looking so forward to doing.... playing his first time at the beach with his little 3 year old son, Taban.

I'll never forget him standing on the deck the evening before, smiling his big, happy 'Tommy' smile, saying he was looking forward to playing with his son for the first time, at the beach.

Tommy had changed his mind, no one knew 'why'.... to not going with the family to Myrtle Beach... to going. It was his last trip... his first, last time to play with Taban, his little son.

They were running, squealing with joy, laughing ...Tommy was sending me photos on his cellphone to my computer back home. His fingers slipped off the video ... he collapsed there on the sand.

The phone rung, the caller ID showed Tommy was calling! I answered it, my mind became confused as I realized it wasn't Tommy, but.. a strange man's voice saying.... 'I have a man lying here on the beach, he's not breathing'!

My life forever changed ... he was my only child whom I loved with my very heart. Tommy had 2 blockages in his heart... no one knew... he was only 40 years old.

I am keeping my son's memory alive, my memory alive for my grandchildren... Taban and McKenzie. I don't have family left who can do that for me. I sit and write my life's stories, my thoughts here ....everyday. I will write until the day ... I die. Tommy nor I, nor Skip ... our Pups ... will ever be forgotten. I hope my grandchildren will one day read this to know... that we loved them, I loved them.... that they were indeed ... thought of .... often.

You will see a mother who has fought her way back from a very dark place to be here now. You will see a mother's real grief here and how she learns from all that's happened in her life. I will write here how grief happens 'out of the blue'... let you know how it feels as it happens. I pray that you never lose a child to know personally how it feels. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced.

I would like to grow older gracefully, not old...mean, bitter or angry. I love the light of the sunshine warming my heart and soul... not letting any dark places remain there.

I can 'see' now on my life's path... I want to live. The light on my path shows me exactly where to go... it used to be so cold, dark... I was a lost soul for over 2 years.

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